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Acting like a loser
Because you didn’t have your way
Can not excuse your insulance
Displayed throughout the day
Exceptions to the rules are few
Forgiveness comes quite slow
Garnering a point or two
Has as never stole the show
In case you didn’t realize
Just what it is you lack
Kiss me without open eyes
Love always has your back
Maybe you’ll then realize
No distance can erase
Or take away realities
Perception has replaced
Quietly, you plot to fail
Resigned to giving in
Surrendering and turning tail
’Til there’s just no way to win
Until you give yourself a shot
Veering ever toward that sacred slot
Where wonderment awaits your call
X will never mark your spot

YOU are in the driver’s seat
Zoom in and take that shot!

Sprung

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Sunshine on the garden
is a wondrous thing to see
as snow, once deep and hardened
melts, to yield the peony.

The howling of the wind is tamed
buds finally free to be
the sound of Spring now softly reigns
with chic-a-dee-dee-dee.

Save the Children

The moon will hide its face behind its glow,
ashamed to light the way or just stand by.
Humanity will suffer, justly so
For every time a child is made to cry.
A just and fair reward we must impart,
for those who prey on innocence and trust.
For every child who knows a broken heart,
a penalty of death is ‘barely’ just.
Our world’s become complacent to abuse,
As innocents so blatantly are slain
There is no just defense; no good excuse,
For any time a child is left in pain.
Stand up and shout! Insist that someone pay
For every time a child is led astray.

Broken

She never thought a heart could truly break
or that the shards could be so very sharp
that efforts to rebuild that cherished spark
could deepen and intensify the ache.
The minor wounds that life can throw our way
are treatable and soon heal on their own
until the day they cast that final stone
that pierces flesh and blood and tends to stay.
She’s lucky to have had so many years
when life was warmed by such a loving light
and will not share the burden of her plight
with one that she has always held so dear.
A heart can truly break when in the end
the love that once was real becomes pretend.

Magic Mountain

Two hands joined, as side by side
They walked through wooded trails
Stranded on a mountainside
Exploring hills and dales.

Trapped by warmth, entranced by night
Climbing ever higher
Toward grassy knolls and moonlit height
They tend the growing fire.

The mossy ground, a feather bed
The tree, a soft warm pillow
No stone unturned, they slowly learned
Of love, beneath the willow.

On With the Show

The leaves are slightly tipped with Autumn’s glow
But soon the days will shrink as colors grow
Delivering a masterpiece of unimagined flow
To dazzle us then take a bow before the final blow
As winter takes the stage and steals the show.

Weathering

The rain has washed another week away
The smell of bark and rotting wood prevails
Today the burning sun will save the day
As raindrops melt and hawk majestic sails
Across a sky of unrelenting blue
Above the miles of green and misty trails
Escaping from my sight–beyond my view
Enduring truths he silently unveils –
Unfurl your wings and fly above it all
Just catch a breeze and follow where it leads
Release all doubts and fears that you will fall
The one who overcomes his fear succeeds
Embrace the hawk who flies above the squall
And in this giant void has found it all

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